Copping out

So I’ve got a freakin’ manifesto in almost final-draft on my feelings about how being taught to jump right into the middle of the action in our manuscript openings doesn’t allow the reader to build a relationship with the characters the way the more leisurely paced 80s/90s romances did, and I was going to post that today.

But this morning I feel like I’ve run myself over with my own Rubicon and the wheels are spinning and they just keep shoving my head down in the mud. (And I can’t even get that first paragraph coherent, never mind a manifesto.)

So instead of being long-winded, I’m going to curl up on the couch with my iced-coffee and wish the music from “Cars the Movie” for PS2 would die.

It’s a notebook and pen kinda writing day.

4 Responses to “Copping out”

  1. May Says:

    :write:

    Do you write with a purple pen? Purple pens have power. :thumb:

  2. Jaci Burton Says:

    ((((((((((( Shan )))))))))))))

    Cuz I won’t use the other huggy one.

    And :coffee:

    And :baby:

    It’s a good day to write. With pen or otherwise.

  3. Charli Says:

    I’ll just be :type: with :coffee:

  4. Shannon Says:

    I was writing sex, May, so I used the green pen. :devil:

    I feel a bit better this morning. My temperament is greatly improved, which means I must be on the mend.